The Feminists and Fancy Dancer

Whilst doing this post on I Am Legend a while back I found the great blog Posthuman Blues via which I found io9 Strung Out Science Fiction and this great post on The Feminists:

He must escape or die.. . . Almost instantly the shrill sound of a whistle broke to his right and a street guard stepped from a doorway, struggling to free her rifle from her garments. "Male Pig!" she screamed. "Halt!"

Welcome to the world of The Feminists, a pulp novel published in 1971. It's the story of cubicle drone Keith Montalvo, who has been caught consensually slipping the pink torpedo to a female co-worker. Unfortunately, it's 1992 and the Big-Sisterish "Committee" has outlawed all unauthorized heterosex, and his crime is punishable by death. Peek below for the cover in its full, unexpurgated glory.

This of course is a great excuse to to share some of my bad pulpy covers over at the old lost stepchild of the Jimmny Homunculus 'empire' The Culture Cocoon

First up The Deviates:

Next up The Sexual Outlaw!

And my personal favorite, The Fancy Dancer...are you a fancy dancer? have you had a fancy dancer in your home? has a fancy dancer asksed you bring a parasol or some perfume on a flight to Stansted?....